An Insightful Smile

Just when I claimed authority on naming the hidden souls,
Few emerged from the deep caverns of our mischievous era,
And few ascended into the glorious stage of heavenly winds,
But naming without seeking insight is an act of treason,
Treason towards the nature’s call for a justifiable beauty,
Such that we may realise not to disturb a leaf’s descent,
Or not to curse the cloud’s choice to reduce visibility,
Now that I have discovered the need not to name you,
I am free to be one with nature to gain an insightful smile.

Torn Pieces

Why when I am about finish my masterpiece
By patiently stitching back a torn portrait
One piece dear to me decides to detach?

Is this imperfect masterpiece worthwhile?
Should I throw it away and let it decompose?
Maybe then I can rework on my self-portrait?

Or maybe my energy is just better utilised
In signing songs to travel across the oceans –
Only sung to open the eyelids of free souls?

Maybe there the torn piece might value me?
Maybe then I will reunite with them again?
Yet, I wish the masterpiece finishes now.

Unwarranted Addiction

Predators masked as youthful birds,
Soaring over the wilderness of free souls,
Spreading poison on ripened fruits,
Fragrances delivered for suicidal seduction,
And as you dance to their melodic birdsongs
You get chained to their psychopathic beauty,
An unwanted addiction – unwarranted,
Darkness becomes your smiles,
Ignorance your laughs,
A euphoric moment in a dysphoric life,
And then the mask cracks,
Waiting out the addiction.

Into the Wild

The sweats of your beating heart
May escape your limbs
To welcome a naked night
With those who sculpted it
Into a gorgeous goddess.

Continue another mile,
And expand your universe
Into wondrous constellations,
Creating a path of ascension
Into your youthful soul.

Chance may lead you to a musical,
Where you stop to extend the drums,
To wildly gaze at an earthly energy,
There, a free soul holds your hands
To dance under the glowing moon.

Now you begin to realise,
The rhythmic symphony of life,
How it was all choreographed by
Your own limbs that bow
For its own goddess of a heart.

My Resuscitation

Even when I pop the boiling bubbles,
Floating over my blood,
Bomb blasting it into bits and pieces,
Blood bathing this ashen heart,
Ice-filled buckets were added, stirred,
As if preparing a refreshing lemonade,
Yet, the heart aches into thunderous screams,
And as soon as I start to forget,
The heavens drop storms and devise nightmares,
Nullifying the colourful floral dreams,
Dreams once filled with glittering unicorns,
Unicorns galloping freely through rainbows,
Rainbows so magical mystically spreading
Smiles on my straightened lips,
And now I bloom,
Evolve into a butterfly, and indeed,
I have awoken from that darker-than-black abyss,
I am now my own therapist,
Voicing powerful rainbow smiles,
And getting ready for my resuscitation.

The Black Widow

What will you do when you have been –
Captured by a Black Widow,
Believing that she’s your Queen,
Living happily in her silky strings,
Except they are devouring you – ever – so – slowly,
And when you wake up from this magical dream:
(where your heart screams so loud
That you forget to listen to those close to you,
Those that cared for your angelic smile,
Those who will still await your return patiently)
And then you start to struggle your way out,
Not sure whether it is too late or not,
But you do it nonetheless,
To taste freedom once more,
And to her, you are but a useless pawn,
Trapped in her game –
Suddenly, one string snaps,
That is your remedy,
So you continue cutting all your connections with her,
And with each snap she furiously fits uncontrollably,
Because picturing you dissing her royalty is unbearable,
And you finally escape!
So what now?
Will you return to her throne and burn it down?
Or move on to find another royalty?
Or will you forge yourself into a throne-less King?